"What? What did you say? What to see? "The rat was completely stunned by my sudden question. He pondered for a while before he asked anxiously, "Jing Ke, are you confused?" ”

Ay! I'm confused about what, it's that you don't watch TV series yourself. I explained to the mouse that the tattoo on the corpse was quite similar to the tattoo of a certain organization in the popular "Detective Di Renjie" a few years ago, and it was easy for me to think about whether they were the so-called plum blossom guards. The rat listened to my work in vain, and was already so angry that he clasped his hands on his chest, and looked at me repeatedly with a look at neurosis.

"What? What do you dispute about my inference? "I'm getting hairy from the rats.

The mouse couldn't stop shaking his head and didn't reply, and only said to me after a long time: "I don't read as much as you have." But what are you talking about, the plum blossom inner guard is not in the TV series. I nodded without thinking, but the mouse couldn't stop crying and laughing, and stretched out his hand to interrupt me: "A fictional organization in a TV series ran into reality to rob the tomb, can you convince yourself?" ”

"Why can't you ......" I have any confidence in my heart, there is no internal guard in the historical records, and I can only rely on the mouse to know nothing about history and forcibly justify: "What is said in the TV series is not necessarily fiction, you dare to guarantee that this plum blossom is not a symbol of an organization in history!" "I can't even make it up myself. But that little flower has been haunting me all the time.

Plum blossom......

I put aside the still stunned rat and put my face as close to the corpse as I could—the little flower spread out in three petals, more like a clover at my fingertips on the side of a mountain path; There was also some lace around the clover, and I didn't dare to get close enough to see it.

"It's not a plum blossom either!" I muttered.

"Ho! When is this all gone! Are you still struggling with this tattoo? "Rats prefer to spend their time rummaging through supplies rather than mental work. But no matter how the rats looked, we still had the half pack of biscuits and half a pack of cigarettes in our hands. Looking at the pretense of the two corpses, they must have come prepared, but their shyness has reached an outrageous level. I watched the rat groping around the corpse carefully, and I was already terrified, always thinking that the next second the corpse would sit up and enjoy us as a good meal.

I left the mouse and went deeper into the cave alone. After walking about twenty steps, I realized that I had reached the end. It was much more neat than the clutter at the entrance to the cave - a simple stone stove and bed, covered with tarpaulins, which seemed to have served as a foothold for the previous wave of tomb robbers.

Hey! Rewarding! I noticed that there was water and food on the stone bed, and hurriedly beckoned the rats to come over. The rat rushed over in three steps and two steps, and at a glance he saw the food on the bed, and his excitement was overflowing. Before I could speak, the mouse's face suddenly turned cloudy, and he pointed to the pile of food and said, "Are you really confused, you see that the sausage is all dusty, can you eat this?". ”

I took a closer look, and the few dishes on the bed had long since spoiled and moldy, and where could they still be eaten. I reluctantly picked up the water bottle on the bed, saying that even if I couldn't drink it, I could wash my hands. When I raised my nose and smelled it, there was a faint aroma of wine wafting from the bottle. The mouse took the bottle and sniffed it, saying "wine" with certainty.

Yes! Life is good, there is wine and food, life is free. I turned my head to look at the two corpses at the entrance of the cave, are you here to rob the tomb or to go sightseeing, run here to drink wine and eat meat, what are you doing here, don't you have any points in your heart? The death of the two of you here is clearly heavenly retribution. Angry, I asked the rat to put away his wine and prepare to leave.

The mouse said that he wanted to take the knife away, and I hurriedly persuaded that the murderous knife was also a murder weapon, and it was weird to carry it around. The mouse thought of bringing a knife for self-defense, and regardless of my dissuasion, he raised his hand to pull the knife out of the corpse. Thinking that the knife was about to be pulled out of the dead body made my stomach acid roll out. Simply go over and artificially erase this bad experience.

"Damn!" The rat roared. I looked back and saw that the knife was still stuck in the corpse. The mouse made two more attempts, and the corpse shook slightly with the force of the mouse, and the knife still couldn't be pulled out - I swear my stomach acid was already swirling in my throat, ready to gush out at any moment. I silently prayed to the gods and Buddhas to let this end quickly.

"Can't pull it out." The mouse shook the sweat off his head and began to feel for the corpse again.

"How?" I wonder if it's because the rat has weakened due to not eating for a long time. It stands to reason that pulling a knife on a corpse with the physical strength and psychological quality of a mouse is like picking up something from a bag, but the reality is that the mouse has failed to do anything about the murder knife after several efforts. I even saw the knife transform into a devouring ghost, slowly sliding out of the dead corpse, about to need its next host, and its target was the rat with its back to it......

"That's amazing!" The mouse's words interrupted my ramblings in time. The rat tinkered around the corpse for a while, only to realize that the murderous knife had been driven deep into the wall through the deceased. Just now, I just rummaged through the coat of the corpse, but I didn't find this detail.

Depend on! What kind of grudge is this! I hurriedly lit a cigarette and took a puff only to realize that it didn't taste right - I lit a cigarette from a dead body. At the moment, I didn't care about its origin, so I took a sharp puff, don't you say that this unnamed cigarette tastes pretty good. I steadied myself and threw a question at the mouse: "Who are these two?" What are they doing? How could he die here? ”

Where did the mouse care about these philosophical questions, he just dropped a sentence that he didn't know and thought about taking the knife off himself. Judging from the clothing of the deceased, the tomb robbers who visited in the last wave had good logistics and even uniform equipment, which can also be confirmed from the food they brought; They all have the same tattoos on their bodies, but no identity information is found in the items they carry, which only indicates that they come from a strict organization and cannot let outsiders know their true identity; Judging from the arrangement of the stone beds, they were enjoying a meal when they were killed, and it seems that they were not in a hurry to find the treasure underground, either because they were ready, or the purpose of their trip was not to steal the treasure underground; The scene was very neat and there were no traces of a fight, and the murderer was an acquaintance around them - then the question is, what kind of bloody plot is a member of a mysterious organization who came to a country that has never been recorded in history and was brutally murdered by his companions. I threw away the cigarette in my hand, for it had quietly burned out as I reasoned. I couldn't help but laugh at myself - when the was this! I'm still playing a mystery game.

The rat has already taken the knife out. I took a closer look, and it exuded a cold aura, aggressive in the light, and it was really a good knife. The rat was still there smug, and I heard a conversation from outside the cave, and I hurriedly rushed out of the cave with the rat to join the old dragon. As soon as I stepped up the steps, I was shocked by what I saw—several people in gray jackets, apparently from the same organization. They were carrying all kinds of equipment, all kinds of weapons and even guns, and they were watching me and the mouse climb the steps with a puzzled look. The old dragon sat on the ground and looked after the unconscious Chaoyang Jun, while squeezing his eyebrows at me.

I was both happy and scared to see the appearance of human beings, happy that I finally looked at the living people, and afraid that these people were obviously not good. I forcibly endured the chaos of my mind, and looked at the people opposite, all of them were disgraced, and some of them still had some wounds on their faces, thinking that there had been a fierce battle just now, and most of them had encountered a tearful army on the way here. I was wondering why I hadn't heard the gunshots when a short man with the appearance of a leader on the other side asked, "Who are you?" ”

That's a good question, can I tell them that we are a civilian amateur archaeological team, and we are just doing a simple scientific expedition? Looking at the pistol in his hand, I took a long time to spit out two words: "Road...... Person. ”

"Passers-by?" The other party couldn't help laughing, "Then this person is also your passerby?" "Saying that, a person was taken into custody from the shadows, the one who was controlled by a tall Caucasian man, with bruises on his face and a decadent body, who was clearly the old Zhou who had broken up with us.

Nima! I cursed in my heart, but I didn't care at all. I heard a familiar voice floating over from the other side: "Mr. Liao, are you guys?" ”

"Well, it's us. Lao Zhou, are you okay? Seeing that there was no way to escape, I could only nod my head and agree.

As soon as he heard my voice, Lao Zhou on the other side was sad and said with a crying voice: "They have guns...... They have guns, and there are monsters everywhere...... Monster ......" Before Lao Zhou finished speaking, he was dragged back by the white man.

The leader glanced at Lao Zhou, who was almost paralyzed with fright, looked at me again, and said with a slight sneer: "Boy, you passers-by are very powerful, and they all came here." ”

"You're welcome, you're welcome." I really didn't know how to answer, so I could only pick up simple words and perfunctory.

The other side suddenly stopped talking, and I was wondering what was going on, when a man opened his mouth and chanted a poem: "The river flows into Tianfu, looking at the mountains of Shu in the distance." The god is hidden in the sky, why bother to stir up dust. ”

What? What do you say? I'm confused, there is no poet friend on the other side who will temporarily form a group. Why bother to stir up dust, do you still have to tell me that "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform".

Seeing that I didn't answer, the leader on the other side pointed a gun at us and said with a smile, "Aren't there many of you?" Just send you hairy kids to die? ”

What？ Uncle, what the hell did you say, I don't understand a word. Looking at the cold muzzle of the gun, I thought to myself that these people are really not good at stubble. I subconsciously took two steps back, shouting loudly as I retreated, "Calm down, I don't know what you're talking about?" ”

"Pretend? You're going to put it on me? If you have the ability to come here, you don't have the courage to admit your identity? The leader replaced his frivolous face with a vicious one. When I heard this, I almost burst into tears - if we hadn't been forced to do so, where would we have fallen into such a field.

I guess they were wrong for us to say these rambling things. I thought about explaining, so as not to miss the gun. But the leader suddenly changed the topic: "What about Qin Thirteen and them?" ”

Who is Qin Thirteen? I looked around, and there was no one in our team with the surname Qin. I spread my hands and explained to him, "Uncle, I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't know anyone surnamed Qin?" ”

"Less garlic. And what about the owner of the knife? The other party pointed to the knife in the mouse's hand and said viciously. Only then did I know that there was a corpse in the cave with the surname Qin.

I complained about the mouse in my heart, and told you not to take the dead man's things, so I'm not angry. I had to point in the direction of the cave below and say, "Dead ...... He's dead. It's ...... Underneath the hole. ”

"You guys killed? I can't see it, you're pretty skilled. A karate master has killed you! "As we spoke, the person on the other side had already picked up a gun and pointed it at us.

In the face of the muzzle, where do I dare to be a hero. He waved his hand again and again and explained: "We didn't kill it!" "I scolded the person on the other side in my heart - are you pig brains! Is our virtue like a master who can kill? It's hard for us to protect ourselves, and we still have the kung fu to run this place where the bird doesn't poop and violate the law?

"Not you?" Although the other party was a little suspicious, he never put down the gun in his hand. The leader almost sneered: "What the hell is a hairy child, you can't lie, can there be anyone else in this place besides you?" As soon as he finished speaking, suddenly a figure appeared in the middle of the two camps, holding Chiyou in his arms as if he was happy at me.